'
'Oh, Papa!' Nella burst out in her pouting, impulsive way. 'You
surely can't think of such a thing. Why, the fun has only just
begun.'
'Do you call last night fun?' questioned Racksole, gazing at her
solemnly.
'Yes, I do,' she said promptly. 'Now.'
'Well, I don't,' was the millionaire's laconic response; but perhaps
he was thinking of his own situation in the lift.
'Do you not think we might investigate a little further,' said the
Prince judiciously, as he cracked a walnut, 'just a little further -
and then, if we fail to accomplish anything, there would still be
ample opportunity to consult the police?'
'How do you suggest we should begin?' asked Racksole.
'Well, there is the house which Miss Racksole so intrepidly entered
last evening' - he gave her the homage of an admiring glance; 'you
and I, Mr Racksole, might examine that abode in detail.'
'To-night?'
'Certainly. We might do something.'
'We might do too much.'
'For example?'
'We might shoot someone, or get ourselves mistaken for burglars.
If we outstepped the law, it would be no excuse for us that we had
been acting in a good cause.'
'True,' said the Prince. 'Nevertheless - ' He stopped.
'Nevertheless you have a distaste for bringing the police into the
business.
You want the hunt all to yourself. You are on fire with the ardour
of the chase. Is not that it? Accept the advice of an older man,
Prince, and sleep on this affair.
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